Monday, January 26, 2009

Heather Brooke's Husband

Taken from "My writings on the other .."

Writings of Claude Cahen, edition presented and established by Francis Leperlier (ed. Jean-Michel Place)

"The important thing is to be a princess," says Claude Cahen in its mini fairy tales not always fairy rather strangulées in a greenhouse-style exposed in debris nodes. Tiny frames, scissors for cutting away excess, sew in reverse, allow deadlocks. Claude Cahen loved to photograph (that we know of it) to paint, sealing, but a painful love, a rout his whole being. His writing is a long time left on the floor, away from the mirrors, with a scout, his uncle Marcel Schwob author among others of the "Lamp of Psyche". She sees "careerist of the soul" refrains from being too present. The writing is sharp as a sharp needle. All for a duchess obsolete, abandoned the curious skull (views and visions of camps decimated). Lucy Renée Mathilde Claude renamed as the other George. It answers the question biased "Individualism? Narcissism? Course. It's my best trend, the only intentional loyalty which I am capable." Between turns political chiseled poems and some rare photographs. We must dig deep to find the thread, step into the enormous storage: On man: "My prince charming is none other than God the Father." On the Superman: "I like [...] forever disembodied God the Son." On God: "The word God is necessary as is".
It describes the arrival of prisoners in a Nazi camp "the body deprived of clothing, hair" (as in its future self-portrait). In the last text, it evokes: "Every inhabitant of the country without mirrors," a concise prose and complex: "To me, to you, we alons lurched my personal pronoun hateful." And discovered, "reflecting my life tragic life trivial.
Beyond any political or aesthetic commitment, as a woman and artist of many talents, Claude Cahen questions the fluid voice of nothingness.

Sandra Moussempès, column published in Cahiers Reviews Poetry 5 (CIPM).

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Period Before Clear Fluid

Hush! A riddle ...

When my name, I disappear!
Who am I?

Answer (original) in the spluttering ...

Monday, January 19, 2009

Take My Iq Test For Free Orange Shark

Crossings

Presentation of "29 Women an Anthology", Paris, 1994, the first seat from the right

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Yahoo Answers Hussyfan

skin-border travel

your body my body back to their homeland
to find the strength to rise elsewhere
wandering in my book you shut your mouth
being or not being born watermark
condition and opens the trace of your body my body
the trace marks the time useless
winds frangipani leaf is the way most innate
.

do not break me.
the old negritude putrefy and whip
then slap my hands smell of youth
your body my body-child body-body capsule-sponge
reborn body-body-calcined
famine.
and then and then smells mingle
your body my body and then nothing after all
abandonment offers a taste of cherry-country because I
because I do not know much
body-lock body-bamboo body
itching flowing and you start to hate me I love your
body my body it amuses me
fucking checkbook body-body-cedilla
and sunny this time monocle
love everything apart polarized
passport to life what a laugh fatality isalope

winds embraces my body contortion
you shiver
flesh happy
body-flesh
sake
saliva
the envy of molten
sleep in a cave to sleep in the pink

Dew-pink body

body-fogged.
I thought I could achieve
deceive the world by repeating error
I go rhythm and feel as calm and forest tired you close your mouth and is
is what I tell myself not more
.

.
it is quiet luxury

volute and velvety.
I do not believe random chance

trust me your body my body and mind of someone else

Sunday, January 11, 2009

.kates Playground All Natural

hydraulic

and my journey begins with rain water
journey like no tears rise
I just learn from her "unstoppable" momentum changes
it rises within me lifts me
I freeze my door and slipped
there is a frontier I Forgotten
changes state by changing country
it is more concerned with life
me either saline
defeat defeated defeating